Also, for fun, I've decided chaos can make a few basic sounds, since it's not very clear in the game if they can ever speak or communicate in any way. So they're like little pets in this fic, with cute 'blurr bur' sounds.
WARNINGS: contains angst, language, yaoi/slash, and MPREG.
I don't own 'em, but please review anyways.
Despite their attempts to act otherwise, at their core, Sonic and Knuckles were both the same- both lonely animals in desperate need for physical contact and love. The hug excited their tastebuds for intimacy, but it didn't feed their hunger. They stretched out across the floor, with Knuckles resting one arm under Sonic's head as a pillow while he ravaged his mouth. The hedgehog bucked his hips underneath him, demanding more.
"Knuckles..." he moaned softly when he finally had to end the searing kiss to refill his aching lungs. "Are you--"
"Not now, Sonic," the enchida shushed him, not wanting a few token words to ruin the moment. He knew that if he paused to think about it too long he'd would never go through with this, despite the desire crippling his body, so it was best to just push forward; to just let the moment take them where it would.
Sonic had other thoughts, however. Even as Knuckles pressed their bodies together, his mind was racing through the different possibilities of what might happen next. In every scenario, one thing remained constant... there was NO WAY Knuckles was going to 'top' him! A mischievious glint flashed in his eyes, and a smiled played over his lips. He needed this- he wanted it. Anything to keep the guilt at bay; anything to keep his mind off--
"Uhh..." The groan slipped off of Sonic's lips without his realizing it. He looked down to see Knuckles had slid down his chest and was now slowly tracing lazy circles across his abdomen with his tongue. "Stop that!" the hedgehog gasped, his voice thick and throaty. Knuckles didn't even look up, but they were pressed so close together, Sonic felt the rumble of laughter pass through the other fighter. It tickled. His laughter came out a throaty, needy groan.
Knuckles let a grin twist up the corners of his lips as he slid a bit lower. He never would have imagined himself in a position like this with anyone -let alone Sonic!- but now, trapped in the moment, he couldn't remember why he had always thought it so wrong to be around the hedgehog. He couldn't deny, from this proximity, Sonic had a gorgeous body. Every muscles was taunt and tight, and his skin was much smoother than the spiked hair led you to believe. His fur was soft and yeilding to the touch. "Sonic," he murmurred softly as he let his tongue travel lower, and felt his companion's body jerk nervously in response. This was a first for them both, but it was obvious the blue fighter was less comfortable with the idea of intercourse than the enchida. "Relax, I know what I'm doing," Knuckles whispered with a hint of his usual impatient tone lacing the words.
Sonic sat up part way and looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and doubt. "Have you done this before? With who!?"
Knuckles was relieved it was nearly impossible to tell when he was blushing. He sat up on his knees as well, and cleared his throat slowly. "Well, no, I've never-- I mean, not with anyone, but I know how it's done... more or less."
".... more or less?" Sonic repeated with a discouraged frown. That didn't sound very good to him, or very attractive. "I'm not about to be your test guinea pig, man!" he immediately stated, bluntly, before starting to get back onto his feet. "Count me out!"
"Hey! Hang on!" Knuckles exclaimed, grabbing the hedgehog's wrist and pulling him back down onto the floor. "It's no big deal. We- "
"Yes, it's a big deal!" Sonic snapped, glaring.
"Why?" Knuckles watched Sonic grow quiet, then look away, refusing to answer. after a moment, the enchida asked a second question. "Do you know what to do, then?"
"Better than you do!" Sonic immediately retorted, refusing to admit his own virginity. He regretted it a second later when Knuckles smirked. The red fighter wasn't buying that at all!
"Ok then, if you're the expert, you can lead this little dance," he suugested coyly, with an amused smile as he stretched out on his back, looking calmly up at the startled looking hedgehog through half-lidded eyes. When Sonic hesitated above him, he added with an intentional sigh of disapointment, "Unless you don't think you can handle it..."
That was all it took. Seconds later, Knuckles groaned loudly as he felt a wet, urgent tongue lapping against his most private region. "Sonic, yes....AHHH!" His body arched as the hedgehog moved lower for a few moments of intense licking, then removed tongue completely fromthe enchida's heated skin. "Sonic"
"Sh..." The hedgehog's voice came as a whisper right beside his ear. The other teen's breath tickled against his sweaty cheek. He hadn't noticed Sonic move up beside him, but now thew hedgehog rolled on top, so they were lined up face to face. A quick, demanding kiss was exchanged, before Knuckles heard Sonic say the words his body had been waiting for.
"Are you ready?"
He didn't even need to reply; his body's reaction said it all. Even from the 'bottom' position, Knuckles led their bodies into an animalistic dance of desire and want. It seemed endless and instant at the same time. Every touch and tease was engraved into both their memories, yet, at the same time, the whole night seemed to blur into one hurried, indistinguishable His grief over Tails' departure faded into the caphony of grunts and moans, and by the time he and Knuckles fell apart, panting heavily and aching with spent lust and energy, the blue hedgehog could hardly recall what he should be attributing that lingering trace of guilt shrouding his heart to. All he had the energy left to do was roll over, sigh contentedly, and curl up against the warmth of his new lover's body, before sleep claimed them both.
(end flashback! YAY!)
Now, two weeks later, Sonic scuffed the carpet slowly and deliberately with his shoe as he recalled, with a renewed sense of shame, the look of betrayal and anguish on Tails' face as the fox had fled tearfully from the house that day, leaving his beloved, dismantled Tornado behind as a constant reminder of how Sonic had let him down, and let their friendship fall to pieces much like the broken plane.
In those moments after Tails had left, when his own tears had seemed too painful to keep inside and had washed over Knuckles' supportive shoulder, Sonic had thought he'd never know a feeling of lose or despair like this again. Now though, as he realized Knuckles was on the verge of leaving him behind as well, and taking their unborn child with him, that same gripping, squeezing fear tightened around his heart. "No.... Knuckles," he whimpered weakly, as his eyes once again began to grow moist. When he was younger, Sonic had prided himself for never crying in front of others, but now, in the span of only 14 days, he was finding himself in tears again in front of the person he most wanted to impress. "Damnit," he hissed as he scrubbed a fist across his damp cheeks, but, despite his pride, once they had started, the tears continued to fall noisily until he was nothing but a sobbing mess, lying at Knuckles' feet.